The Uncanny Valley

When David Bowie was palling around with Iggy, I was fucking David’s wife. He didn’t mind, I didn’t mind, we never felt weird about any of that. When it came time to leave London we flew back to Ann Arbor. Angie (Bowie) came over a few days later and moved into the Campus Inn. She called me up and said, “I’m in town.” I wound up living with her in the hotel for a couple of weeks. Then I introduced her to my friend Scott Richardson. I went by the hotel to tell Angie that it was time for me to move on, and there was a note on the pillow that said, ‘I left with Scott Richardson, blah, blah, blah, see you later.’ So Angie took Scott back to England and he ended up hanging out with David and Angie for a year.

Angie was just a kind of perfect person. She loved sex, but it wasn’t just sex, she liked nice people. And she did women too.